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Andrea Matthews |
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Andrea Matthews |
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Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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Andrea Matthews Clark |
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n/a |
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Andrea Matthews is a graduate student in Hamline University’s MFA program, where she served on the 2006 editorial board of the University’s annual literary publication, Water~Stone Review. Her poem "Birds" was selected in July 2007 for "What Light," a series spotlighting Minnesota poets -- online, in readings, and in publication.
Andrea is a graduate of Macalester College in St. Paul and a former student fellow in Victorian women’s studies at the Newberry Library in Chicago. Before coming to poetry and creative nonfiction, she studied screenwriting and adaptation at the now-defunct Film in the Cities, where she joined a screenwriters’ group that met weekly for nearly a decade. She twice represented screenwriters as a juror on the Minnesota State Arts Board, and was a juror for the international Nicholl Fellowships, awarded annually to emerging screenwriters by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Andrea has written professionally for the past 17 years, primarily for Minnesota nonprofits, and currently lives and writes in Minneapolis.
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My Reponses |
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Woman, Tomato, Man |
It wasn’t an apple in Eden
united them, no... |
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LAUNDROMAT |
Setting sun. Sound of beer bottles
dropped... |
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Sisters of the Sorrowful Mother |
We entered the chapel soundlessly,... |
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Daughter |
the burr of adolescence, scratchy
hedge of... |
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President Obama |
A new sun rises
Wind blows smoke from tired... |
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Space Shuttle |
* This is a reworking of my previous posting... |
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Terra Firma |
Zeus himself longed
to feel Earth... |
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There Is Always a Tree |
[version 2, after comments]
There is... |
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There Is Always a Tree |
There is always a tree.
There is always a... |
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Cindy |
Cindy was first at everything,
gave me... |
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The Spawning Salmon |
To have one pebbled path,
to know – without... |
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The Search for Albrecht Dürer |
Learn to Paint Like Albrecht... |
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A Scolding |
[I finally finished this response to the... |
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Morning in Tuscany |
The pungent linger of first coffee.
The... |
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Black Lines of a Poet Laureate |
It might
have started
small – a
crayon... |
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Like Marc Chagall's Bird-Man |
Like birds, we see from
only one eye at a... |
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Comedian |
(Can't resist an opening for... |
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My Friend George |
I felt, at twelve, a truth in you,
swapped... |
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For Britt, at Fifty (revisited) |
From the obsessive rewriter (with... |
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For Britt, at Fifty |
Half a century!
Think this: I’m only... |
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The Crimson of Yes |
Act I is the longest, a
40-year stretch of... |
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